The throne was golden, much like everything else in the palace. No guards stood around it, yet the one who occupied it had never needed protection.
He was one of the Seven Gods of the Round Hall, a deity who ruled over countless immortals. The King of the Gods.
At a position such as his, there was little in existence that could truly shake him. And yet, there he sat, frowning as he stared at the ground in complete silence.
The palace itself seemed to hold its breath, as though even the walls could sense the turmoil within their king. His emotions had stirred something far greater than the deity would ever willingly admit.
Just then, the court trembled, announcing the untimely arrival of someone he had not wished to see.
Not now.
Yet their insistence, coupled with their numbers, left him with little choice but to relent.
